1873] NIMROD LONG. 119 



marshes. Eunning parallel with the Humber bank for 

 some distance, the fox turned to the left at the Stalling- 

 borough brickyard, and, with the Scrubbs on the left, ran 

 to within a couple of fields of Reeds Mere, where the 

 pack came up hand over hand and caught and killed him 

 in a ditch. 



There was a capital run from Grainsby Healing on 

 November 18th, ancl hounds would no doubt have killed 

 their fox, but that both the huntsman and his first 

 lieutenant got into a drain, and the huntsman's horse was 

 nearly drowned. They ran nearly to Hell Furze, and then 

 all over the Fulstow, Covenham, and Grainthorpe country 

 to the water's edge, and thence back to Fulstow, where 

 the mishap to the authorities occurred, and the long check 

 saved the fox's life. They had been running nigh on 

 two hours up to the check at Fulstow, nearly the whole 

 time in a very heavy, and, to the huntsman, quite a 

 strange country. 



But the first day of 1873 w^as a veritable red-letter 

 day as regards sport, and a very hard one too, for hounds 

 found their first fox in Bradley Wood at 11.30, and 

 except during the brief time it took them to trot from 

 that covert to Coates Gorse, were running until five 

 o'clock at night. The Bradley fox came to hand after a 

 run of an hour, mostly woodland. It was the dog pack, 

 and they were quickly away from Coates Gorse with one 

 of three foxes in front of them, leaving Great Coates 

 village close on the left as they skirted the marshes to 

 swing round to Grimsby Osiers (running the outside 

 fence) and the Nun's Farm. Crossing the Grimsby road 

 by the Cemetery with a brace of foxes in front of them, 

 hounds pressed on past Weelsby House to the confines of 

 Clee village, turning right-handed through the Weelsby 

 Coverts and over the railway nearly to Waltham. 

 Leaning to the right, they then ran up to Scartho village, 

 crossed the road, and the fox having tried the earths in 

 Scartho bank, went on through Tennyson's Holt to 

 Bradley Wood. Just skirting the wood, they went on by 



